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🌿 The Prayer Tree at St John’s
In the heart of our church stands something new, simple, beautiful, and full of hope — our Prayer Tree. Each ribbon tied to its branches represents a prayer — a whisper of thanks, a cry for help, a name held in love. Some are for the world, some for family, some for the quiet longings of our own hearts. Together they form a living tapestry of faith, a visible reminder that God listens, and that we are never alone. Everyone is welcome to take a moment, pause, and add their own prayer. Simply take a ribbon from the basket, offer your prayer silently or aloud, and tie your ribbon to the tree. Whether your prayer is for healing, peace, gratitude, or guidance, it becomes part of something larger — the shared prayer life of our community. As the winter sun descends, the ribbons move gently in the light — a symbol of the Spirit moving among us, carrying our prayers beyond words. Come and see. Come and pray. Our Prayer Tree is always there — waiting quietly, ready to hold whatever is on your heart.
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Reflections on a visit to Tyne Cot cemetery near Passendale site of 3rd battle of Ypres July 1917
The deathly silence was broken by the roar of motorbikes Old and Young out on a Sunday morning on a breakfast run Young men out to have some fun And yet, these young men who lay here buried below Cold in their graves under the sun Young men whose lives were taken while still so young The sound of the motorbikes dissipate And the silence returns And I reflect again on those young men, On what they could have become, what potential lies buried beneath my feet And later on the same day as we attend a nightly remembrance under the Mennin Gate, the crowd becomes silent as the buglers play" The Last Post" the sound carried aloft and heavenward. So emotive, so evocative as the last note hangs in the air. The crowd dispenses in silence as they carry with themselves the memory of so many young lives lost in the futility of war Lesley Whitley August 2025 As July dawns, the Church finds herself deep in the long green season of Ordinary Time — a time that is anything but ordinary. These summer days, ablaze with light, invite us to contemplate the eternal radiance of God’s kingdom, breaking forth even in the midst of a fractured world. It is a month strewn with feasts and memories, of saints and martyrs whose lives whisper of heaven’s nearness.
Among those we commemorate are Thomas the Apostle (3 July), who dared to touch the wounded Christ and became a bold witness to the risen Lord — reminding us that faith often emerges through the honest struggle with doubt. On 22 July, we honour Mary Magdalene, apostola apostolorum, first herald of the Resurrection, whose tears at the empty tomb were turned into proclamation. And on 25 July, the Church turns toward St James the Apostle, son of thunder and martyr of Jerusalem, reminding us that discipleship is a road both radiant and rugged. These saints are not distant relics of memory but vibrant companions who testify to the ongoing story of grace. As theologian Hans Urs von Balthasar once wrote, “The saints are sent so that the light of Christ may not go out in the world.” Their feasts anchor us, even as the long days stretch out like golden psalms over field and fen, summoning us into deeper communion with one another and with God. In this season, the created order itself seems to lift its voice in praise. Gardens flourish, churches fill with the scent of flowers and Tony’s wood polish, and conversations linger at the thresholds of homes and sanctuaries. Community — sacred, messy, incarnational — becomes the living liturgy of July. The Kingdom is near, not only in the chalice and the creed, but in laughter shared across garden fences, in the elderly parishioner’s quiet wisdom, in the barefoot child trailing dandelions across the churchyard. Yet, while the sunlight dances through stained glass and hedgerow alike, we cannot ignore the shadows that stretch across the global landscape. The world teeters dangerously close to the precipice of further war — from Gaza to Ukraine, from Sudan to silent battlegrounds within fractured societies. In this hour, we turn again to the God who “makes wars cease to the ends of the earth” (Psalm 46:9), and we dare to pray for peace, not as passive hope, but as costly commitment. A Prayer for Peace Lord of Hosts and Prince of Peace, in a world riven with conflict and bruised by pride, grant us the courage to be peacemakers in your name. Let swords be beaten into ploughshares, and the cries of the innocent be turned into songs of justice. May your Church be a place of refuge, your people bearers of light in every darkness, and your Kingdom come — not only in heaven, but here, amid the wild and waiting fields of July. Through Christ our Lord, Amen. This month, may we not grow weary in our calling. Let us gather in worship and word, in bread and prayer, knowing that the Spirit is at work — quietly sowing seeds of renewal in our midst. As St Augustine reminds us, “In loving our neighbour, we prepare our eyes to see God.” Let July be a hymn: sung under open skies, held by ancient rhythms, and charged with the holy possibility of transformation. Some months ago, I came across a sermon series by the marvellous Pete Grieg. It highlights how, even amongst Christians, we often shy away from discussing our personal encounters with the Holy, our faith journeys and the miracles that happen all around us. The profound moments that give us a belief, or, the lifelong relationships with Christ. We so often shy away from topics of gifts, signs, wonders or even spiritual warfare. It’s entirely understandable why we don't discuss these personal moments. But, I invite you to open up, share your faith story and see who you can inspire. So very grateful to Bridget for sharing her journey in Christianity. Some months ago, I came across a sermon series by the marvellous Pete Grieg. It highlights how, even amongst Christians, we often shy away from discussing our personal encounters, our faith journeys and the miracles that happen all around us. The profound moments that give us a belief, or, the lifelong relationships with Christ.
As a child I sat between my dad, who had a fine tenor voice and my mum, in Erdington Methodist church in Birmingham. I was surrounded by my extended family. My parents and grandparents seemed to know everybody. Church was very sociable. I enjoyed singing the hymns and my mum made sure I stopped fidgeting especially to say the Lords Prayer. In the Sunday School room was a picture of Jesus, children sitting at his feet, with the words “Suffer the little children to come unto me”. I found the illustration fascinating and comforting. Later when I could understand the words I was singing, the line from the Christmas Carol “What can I give Him, give Him my heart” had a big effect on me. I carried on regularly attending church, even briefly becoming a Sunday School teacher, until I came to Leeds as a student. I turned my back on all things church, but the foundation of my faith was deep inside. I meet my first husband, Liam, through a friend. Liam was a Northern Ireland Catholic. It was the hight of The Troubles. On my first visit to Newry in 1990, I thought I would be shot because I was English and a non-Catholic, but I was made to feel very welcome and regularly attended Mass. When Liam and I got married in Guiseley Methodist church, Cannon Harold Parker from Ripon Catholic church took part in the service. At Liam’s funeral in Ripon Catholic Church, Rev Andrew Howarth who had married us, gave the Address. Liam and I had decided our son Will would be brought up a Catholic, go to St Wilfrid’s Catholic School. When visiting Birmingham we also attended the Methodist church. Now I’m happily married to David and so much part of St John’s wonderful community. Ringing the bells to let the village know the church is here and open for business! When I sing in church, on Sunday or with Ripon Choral Society at rehearsals, and at the Cathedral, the words have a profound effect on me. “And in a still voice, onward came the Lord” from Mendelsohn Elijah recently reminded me to stop, listen and “be still in the presence of the Lord”. " As we step into the month of June there is a real sense of spring turning into summer- this year my flipflops are out very early! So as always I have bought a car boot full of little plants, full of misplaced confidence in my gardening ability, but inspired by the beauty and optimism of the natural world around me. At the moment the hawthorn is looking particularly stunning laden with blossom- the new growth and the warmer days promises a time of renewal. Just as nature reaches peak growing season, the season of Pentecost offers us its own renewal and promise of growth. Pentecost is the great feast of the outpouring of the Holy Spirit, reminding us that God’s presence isn’t just for Sundays, feast days or to be found in church, it’s the fire that ignites hearts, a wind that stirs life into dry bones and a warmth that makes things new. On that first Pentecost the disciples, once fearful and uncertain, were transformed by the Spirit’s power. Their courage swelled and their lives became a living testament to God’s love. So in June we are also invited to embrace transformation, just like my tiny plants who stretch to the sun to receive life, we are called to lean towards the Spirit. This is a season of growth for us all- Pentecost asks us to stir into life, embrace the gifts and talents we have been given and consider how our lives can also become that living testament to God’s love. We’ll see some of the talents in our community at the forthcoming Midsummer Piano, Pimms and Poetry Afternoon tea- everyone is welcome on 21st June at 2pm- [email protected]. This promises to be a very special event- what a lovely way to spend a Saturday afternoon! Services in June are as usual, with, we hope, something for everybody throughout the month- hope to see you all soon. -Kindly penned by our marvellous Children's Minister and Worship Leader -Carol-Ann to edit. “Serve wholeheartedly, as if you were serving the Lord, not people.” — Ephesians 6:7
In May, we said a heartfelt thank you and farewell to our beloved Rosemary, who is has stepped down as Churchwarden, we are now looking for someone to take up the role. Could it be you? It’s a rewarding way to contribute to the life of St John’s, grow in your faith, and be part of a truly supportive and joyful team. No one walks this path alone — we’re in it together. At our Annual Parochial Church Council Meeting we also said farewell to Ruth who has retired from the council after many years and Nicky who is handing over the reigns as Safeguarding Officer. We’re welcoming new members to our Parochial Church Council (PCC) — ideal for those who care deeply about the future of our church and want to be part of shaping it. This might be the moment to step forward and say, “Yes, I’m in!” We're very excited to welcome Jane to the Parochial Church Council. Sharon has joined Jean to serve on the Deanery Synod. Thank you so very much to both Jane and Sharon, we are so excited to have your help in taking St John’s forward. While we continue praying for the appointment of a new priest, we’re incredibly thankful for the dedication and warmth of our current ministry team — Reader Ruth, Ordinand Juliet, Lay Worship Minister Carol-Ann, visiting clergy, and of course Rev’d Chris from The Holy Innocents. If you’d like a chat, Juliet is available in church on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, or you can contact her by email at [email protected]. You’ll also find Tony in church every Monday at 9:30am, always happy to talk or answer questions. We encourage everyone to take part in this season of energy, hope, and service — let’s move forward together in faith, with full hearts and open hands. You can also support St John’s with zero fuss by using Easy Fundraising when you shop online: https://www.easyfundraising.org.uk/causes/sjcs/ Here’s to a month of fresh beginnings, shared purpose, and joyful action! Some of you might know that our fabulous congregation member, Deborah, is a talented and thought provoking writer. Se writes under her birth name Deborah Sheppard.
We are so pleased to share a poem from her, penned on the last day of her first retreat to Iona. Arriving in the Leaving You arrived with an idea of Iona. You giddied the week into being - the latest release: ‘Twelve Women Retreat to an Island’ …cinematic outtakes: women, holding, sharing - mingling minds. You left with a reel of real. She can have this effect. … Iona I mean. She leaves you reeling in the realing. She knows the script of your Soul and is not afraid to leave you alone with yourSelf. She uses true mirrors to good effect. We arrive wanting; solitude is part of this course - but, This is ‘The Lone’ in aloneness. You’re playing a part that maybe you’d prefer to be scattered cuttings on the floor in the final cut; you discover that the riches are in the subplot. …The woman connection goes deep… as always. We find that inner longing is unanswered but captured. And, as you write this solitary piece looking over the sound to Mull, The Iona Max Screen is playing ‘A Flock of Geese’ forming the V: the invisible Unspoken. Their versus is held in belonging and they don’t need to honk about it In the busyness of life, it can be hard to find time to sit in stillness long enough to hear what God has to say. With the incessant pinging of phone notifications, partners, children, and pets all vying for our attention, the tv blaring in the background, life can be busy, noisy and fast paced.
I hadn’t fully realised this until Holy Week when I attended a Maundy Thursday vigil and got to sit in silence for hours, away from the distractions of life. It was then that I realised that far from God ignoring me, I was struggling to hear him amongst the noise of everyday life. My head had been so full of endless lists, worries and angst that I’d effectively blocked God out. When I sat in silence, minus my phone, in the semi darkness I started to feel my whole body settle. It was like I’d taken a much-needed deep exhale. At first my mind chattered, then slowly as the hours passed the chattering stopped. Silence came. Then peace. Absolute peace. I genuinely don’t think I’ve ever felt that level of closeness to God, nor the same level of calmness. It was as if my body had simply reset itself to how it was intended to be. How do we find time to be still when life is so incredibly hectic? Author James Clear suggested in his book “ Atomic habits’’ that we are wise to anchor new habits onto our existing rituals, so taking a little time on a morning, doing something like mindfully drinking tea in the garden, or having that first few minutes of our day in silent contemplation (if that’s possible for you) can really help. Having a solitary walk somewhere beautiful is another good way of reconnecting with God. Your body is doing its own thing, and your mind can then start to unwind a little. As you look around you, you are likely to notice all the little glimmers of hope – the blossom on the trees, the cheeping of birds, the light shining through the trees, the scent of a fragrant herb. This is a great way of reminding ourselves that God is all around us, wherever we are. Our Wonderful Caroline, who you’ll know from her many different St John’s hats, received in April (after many, many years) her Tertiary Cross, being admitted to The Order of the Holy Paraclete. The Tertiary Order of the Holy Paraclete (TOHP) invites individuals to embrace a Christian sacred rhythm of life, intertwining daily existence with the divine presence. Rooted in the Anglican tradition and inspired by the Holy Spirit—the Paraclete—this path offers a harmonious blend of contemplation and action. A Sacred Calling Tertiaries are lay individuals—women and men—who feel drawn to live out their Christian faith deeply connected to the Order of the Holy Paraclete. Guided by the Holy Spirit, they commit to a Rule of Life that nurtures spiritual growth within their everyday lives. The Order of the Holy Paraclete Founded over a century ago, the Order is a female Anglican religious community based at St Hilda’s Priory in Whitby, North Yorkshire. Inspired by the Benedictine tradition, St Hilda, and the Northern Saints, the Sisters live and work together, both at the Priory and in community settings in the UK and in Africa. Journeying Through the Stages
Communal Harmony Tertiaries gather regularly, both in person and via Zoom, participating in quiet days, talks, joint worship, and study sessions. Annual Chapter meetings at the Priory in Whitby offer opportunities for collective worship and fellowship. Conferences and retreats are held every three years, fostering deeper spiritual connections. Spiritual Resources Members receive the Rule of Life, a commentary on the Rule, and a Midday Prayer and Compline booklet. Regular mailings include a daily prayer diary, the Warden’s letter, and news updates, nurturing a continuous spiritual journey. 01947 899560 [email protected]
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